Post by downfall347 on Jan 24, 2009 0:08:12 GMT -5
Night was always an interesting time for the black femora, for the Harlequin. A time naturally bound to the shadows, to the monsters. To those who already existed in a state of nightmare, of madness, the night was a haven that offered the most equal grounds one such as her could wish to find. Where she saw monsters, others saw the flicker of movement in the darkness, the cruel glare from the moon, the twinkling of stars so distant and cold. Stars that had watched as innumerable souls had been torn from this earth, and yet had the audacity to shine on. Sometimes as she looked at them, Harlequin liked to think that the stars were blind, that surely being so brilliant as them would not see the pains of mortal coil with only ice in their hearts.
What was that? A flicker of movement between branches, and something else, in the air something else. Did you know that nightmares had a smell to them, everything does, sometimes, even things that aren't real at all. There was a smell of the danger, a smell disaster looming over the edge of perception. She shook her head, grinning and giggling to herself, "Me thinks they want an audience I do. The king of nightmare courts the lady luna. Their children are the stars, and their hopes, the world." She shook her head, laughing to herself, "Tell me, am I mad?"
"Ay, ye are. But fer not lass, tis only a moment, tis only a frame of time. De will fear you, for ye will be my harbinger, and ye will become their dream." A shadow whispered to her.
"Who, who are you? Are you a tree? Tree's should not talk ya know, it isn't san-i-tary," She said, looking up to the sky, to the rocks, to the wind.
The voice came, whispering from inside her soul, "I be no tree. I be nothing. But soon, soon I will walk with you. But f'rst, blood shall be spilt, and souls shall be reaped,"
Harlequin paused for a moment, sniffing the air, recognition passing her eyes for just a moment. Then, it passed, "Oh, ok. Did you know? Did you know that the stars are prisoners? Did you know they're in hell?"
The wind blew, and no one answered. Already memory of the voice drifted away, pushed out into a sea in perpetual motion, a sea where logic had drowned to the beat of a pups cry. Harlequin closed her eyes on the small, secluded mountain top, safe for the night, at least from the tangible assailants.
What was that? A flicker of movement between branches, and something else, in the air something else. Did you know that nightmares had a smell to them, everything does, sometimes, even things that aren't real at all. There was a smell of the danger, a smell disaster looming over the edge of perception. She shook her head, grinning and giggling to herself, "Me thinks they want an audience I do. The king of nightmare courts the lady luna. Their children are the stars, and their hopes, the world." She shook her head, laughing to herself, "Tell me, am I mad?"
"Ay, ye are. But fer not lass, tis only a moment, tis only a frame of time. De will fear you, for ye will be my harbinger, and ye will become their dream." A shadow whispered to her.
"Who, who are you? Are you a tree? Tree's should not talk ya know, it isn't san-i-tary," She said, looking up to the sky, to the rocks, to the wind.
The voice came, whispering from inside her soul, "I be no tree. I be nothing. But soon, soon I will walk with you. But f'rst, blood shall be spilt, and souls shall be reaped,"
Harlequin paused for a moment, sniffing the air, recognition passing her eyes for just a moment. Then, it passed, "Oh, ok. Did you know? Did you know that the stars are prisoners? Did you know they're in hell?"
The wind blew, and no one answered. Already memory of the voice drifted away, pushed out into a sea in perpetual motion, a sea where logic had drowned to the beat of a pups cry. Harlequin closed her eyes on the small, secluded mountain top, safe for the night, at least from the tangible assailants.